THE HEAVY SOUL

It is never about what we look
everything falls at how we try to hook.

Many thoughts always rushed in my head
but, just remained to be goodnight stories while i was going to bed.

The brutal facts I heared for long helped to create my opinions' tale
heart was moulded to be rituals bed with emotions never valued in the society's sale.

Accepting it was feasible but my expectations denied 
my thoughts were dipped & drowned but hopes never died.

Silence had stories of the mist's snow
darker the shade deeper I wanted to know.

Truths were hidden & never freed from dark,
it drove me crazy when people never wanted to understand the mark.

My dreams wanted to fly & grab the flow
but,it pushed me back and their grumbling began to grow.

They smashed my body & burnt it to coal,
Yet my desires breathe as I have a untouched Heavy soul!!!